Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zones , by - ¡MAYDAY!. Song from the album Mursday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.06.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Zones |
| ¡MURSDAY! |
| Come on, Come on! |
| Get up, Get up! |
| Yeah, Yeah! |
| Jump, jump! |
| What up though, this ¡MURSDAY! |
| Know the game wanted this in the worst way |
| Like a nigga tryna fuck on the first date |
| From the West Coast that’s my birth place |
| L.A., CA, all day I stay in Dodger blue and gray |
| Do It Big Keep It Strange |
| All day from the 8−1-6 to the M-I-A! |
| I’m like ooohh eeee naturally |
| These muhfuckas all live in a fantasy |
| Schoolyard MC, no sympathy |
| I got a bone to pick with they faculty |
| They ain’t a fan of me and my friends |
| Always bangin' beats on they bench |
| Wanna keep us under their lens 'till we burn like ants |
| 'Cause we the chosen |
| Give me that table knock |
| Friends went and had babies and changed the locks |
| Got a job at a desk where they slave for the checks |
| And they judged me just 'cause I drink a lot |
| God Damn |
| See me, I’ma be that monster, pray for props |
| Let 'em all have paper and race for stocks |
| All I ever needed was to bang tabletops! |
| Bang-bang-bangin' on these tabletops! |
| Bangin', we bangin', we bangin', we bangin' |
| Bangin', we bangin', bangin' on these tabletops! |
| Fuck all y’all it’s my turn |
| In the past year wanna know what I learned |
| Everybody wanna be the next hot shit |
| Don’t nobody wanna feel that fire burn |
| Don’t nobody wanna work hard now |
| On the internet feelin' like stars now |
| But if you got funk then swing monkey |
| If not then put them bars down |
| Never was a popular kid, a social misfit |
| I just wrote rhymes and chased bitches |
| Battle any mothafucka talkin' slick shit |
| Chip on my shoulder size of Texas |
| That’s how I learned natural selection |
| Skippin' class to go learn my lesson |
| SP12 and MPC weapons |
| All became my personal obsession |
| Respect direction |
| Deck the henchman |
| Best invention since the next dimension |
| My venom is a sentiment of sexual tension |
| I bang out hard when the wenches crept in, the end |
| This’ll be the shit that’ll keep 'em all down lo-pro guessin' |
| Got my knuckles on the table down flexin' |
| Strechin' the words 'till it fits my reflection |
| On the verge of a nervous breakthrough |
| With my crew with a magnum of grey goose |
| Dodging all the haters and the fake crews |
| While we take the crown out at paid dues |
| I’m on Faygo and two shots |
| With ¡MURSDAY! |
| comin' up to the top |
| Everybody wanna be the top dawg |
| But ain’t never drug their knuckles on tabletops |
| Bang-bang-bangin' on these tabletops! |
| Bangin', we bangin', we bangin', we bangin' |
| Bangin', we bangin', bangin' on these tabletops! |